Deprived of her rightful triumph, Ina stewed.
Hazel was easy pickings but cried at anything.
Rita, shifty and dodgy, regularly outfoxed her.
The kitchen was her kingdom! She must reign!
‘Why is fighting and winning so critical to you?’
Vexed, ‘You really don’t get it, do you, Martha?’
‘Who you yakking at?’ Rita asked looking about.
Seeing no one, amused, ‘Slow day in the kitchen?’
‘What a beautiful morning, friends!’ Hazel glistened.
Rita clarified, ‘Hazel and Martha went to a carnival.’
‘That’s ridiculous!’ Ina chortled. ‘It’s snowing outside!’
Unshaken, Hazel told the entire tale, with the clowns.
As Ina glowered incredulously, Rita surveyed the kitchen.
‘What’s cooking?’ she hinted, pouring a hot cup of coffee.
‘Oh, forget it! Let’s get breakfast, I’m buying!’ she grinned.
‘Where’s Estelle?’ asked Hazel, getting her coat and mittens.
‘She was here. I heard Martha. And then, they were both gone.’
Ina continued, ‘Martha told her Loveworthy wanted something.’
Her interest piqued, Rita raced, ‘Let’s go, Ina! Grab your coat!’
Hazel pulling at her arm, ‘We love you, Ina. Please come with us!’
Hearing the words ‘We love you’ for the first and only time. ‘Me?’
Tears threatening, Ina took up her coat, accepted Hazel’s hand.
As they stepped into the snow, Ina pondered Martha’s question.
Snow transformed into the café and they ate breakfast, together.
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